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Nicole Apr 2022
Kiss me when you're sober
I'm not the one in your head
If it weren't for the boozes
I wouldn't have tasted your lips

I've never smoked a cigarette
but I felt like I did,
for a hundred times now
this still feels different

Next time I wish you would
Kiss me when you're drunk
A taste you'd never stop chasing
Though high of ardent spirits
I wish you'd call out my name
Max Basford Aug 2015
It’s funny, you know you shouldn’t do it.
But then, when you lay there at the end of the day,
With your head spinning,
You know that you blew it.

Tin after tin assisting the spin,
Memories within kept under your skin,
Revolving and turning and wearing you thin,
Those long lost has-beens,
Inducing your sin.

You see, for me, I’m an ideas man, my brain constantly thinking,
Amplified and catalysed by the substance I’m drinking,
But it’s the thinking that’s linking my drinking to ink in,
These words,
While you sit there mistaking my wincing for winking,
...absurd.

Excuses excuses,
While abusing the juices,
Cause mere minor muses,
To produce abstruse bruises,
Your conduct confuses,
Peering, peers peruses,
Refusing acceptance induces,
Further misuses of boozes.

The taste is wasted,
On the embracing flavours,
As without haste you lay your,
Minimum pay wages down,
On the bar for more inebriation,
You try but you fail to
Waiver your behaviour,
But instead pave your way,
To your bottled slave labour.

It didn’t start out this way, it provided fun out of the blue,
To the problem I was blind as the issue grew and grew,
One turns to two,
Three increased to more,
Upon fixed shoulders heads askew,
Same face, different man, I assure.

Down the hatch they say, bottoms up, cheers!
As the liquor disappears it descends and it sears,
Wipe away the tears from the boozey souvenir,
And await that blissful place with no anxiety, no fears.

I understand why some find it bizarre,
How a soul can solely seek only for the jar,
My own experience has brought me in this far,
So now, this time,  it’s time for me to start...

...Raising the bar,
By erasing the bar!!

Now I’ve admitted I have a problem,
I’m committed to drawing a line at the bottom,
Of my past I can’t be acquitted but of my future I can blossom,
No truth dismissive in reality this autumn.

So that’s it for now, I’m wagon bound,
I’m on off this big adventure,
I’ve been a clown, to let it get me down,
Too long in this game I’ve been a contender,
Feet on the ground, I’ll no longer frown,
From the pleasure faked, with measure after measure,
Sorrows no longer drowned, I’ll be around,
And my life, from now, will get better.
The lost girl Mar 2017
The noise oh the noise there's something in my ears
Or maybe it's in my eyes hiding behind these tears
Your words rip through me like a blade to fresh skin
And nothing I do can stop them they just keep setting in.

The noise oh the noise, there it finally stopped
I just had to drink enough. And there's not a pop
I cannot stand now, but who needs to go when you're finally free
There's Nothing left to listen to, nothing left but sleep

This floor will be enough I suppose, not much else around
But I just can't seem to get comfortable upon this hardened ground.
I hear your footsteps still far away but close enough to fear.
My heart skips a few I need to be sober for when you're near

It's too late as you turn the **** and open up the door
To find me whithered and broken, lying on the floor
You should be calm and pick me up, carry me off to bed
But you never have been calm my dear, instead your ears turn red

The noise oh the noise it's all the  ringing in my ears
The blood and pain of course bringing back the tears
I can stop it with a scream but I won't give you that pleasure
I just hold it all in as you pound me to your leisure

I can go about my day and lie about the bruises
Fearing going home to you with your boozes
Your words are fearful enough bringing me to my knees
And your fists finish me off, completing the defeat

I'm not sure how much I can take day after day
There comes a point in life when it's all you can take
So I run now as far as I can 2,000 miles away
And leave you with no words nothing left to say

The noise oh the noise the constant ringing of this phone
Your simple texts and messages. Where the hell have you gone
I'm done, I'm out, another beep on the line
I'm sorry, I love you, but this is good bye.
Dark n Beautiful Aug 2015
Good grief

You barely made it through the work day
Listening to the sound of the bed and chair alarms  
From the time you start the shift
Until you finish it. They just wouldn’t sit down

A chemical imbalance in their brains,
We kept getting a paycheck and
We kept on giving it to them. Those awful drugs,
Sometimes it works. Sometimes it don’t
They just wouldn’t sit down.

Mr. Steven Wallace,
I am going to end this hopefully with your blessing
When a brain that have been addled by boozes and drugs
fallen from the socket for a period of time

**Sit Beside you...
What is all this?
I know how furiously their hearts is beating
In this city where night kills the day;
Everyone's out there and parties all the way;
With boozes and music that is so loud;
Carries the soul and passion of all that is in the crowd.

In this city where night kills the day;
The dawn never breaks the city where I lay;
It's like a world that revolves in reverse;
Only the difference is no one takes it as a curse.

In this city where night kills the day;
People work's late and sleep all day;
There is really no explanation, to what is going on anyway;
It comes so natural that people get used to day by day;

In this city where night kills the day;
My inspiration precedes all the things to say;
Never a dull moment for me as my poetry overwhelms;
All the feelings I set aside, watching the day pass through the seams..

In this city where night kills the day;
All your worries will simply go away;
Getting used to stress is a way to survive;
Oh what a great way this city does just to make people feel alive.
Moon Rabbit Apr 2019
She drinks to not hear the voices in her head, she drinks till that last drop is gone, till that last bottle is gone. All she can hear is the words of alcohol telling that more is better, she can only hear the words when they say more is better. She doesn't see that the more she takes the more she loses. She only drinks to end the conversations in her head. She used to be able to smile but now the alcohol has consumed her into thinking that only liquor and boozes will make her smile the way she used to. But in reality, she turns into this wreck that nobody wants to see. The thoughts use her mind as a playground and the demons use her brain as a way to mess with her and get her to do things nobody wants to do. She's always saying “this is my last drink” but you can't stop the addiction when it's an obsession and takes over your mind and every thought till you don't have control over it, till your not thinking your own thoughts and only thinking what the alcohol wants instead of what you actually  want...That's when your only hearing the words of alcohol.
Reincarnated as a curse, once I made my way into the broken earth
A ***** capsule, pain through breakthroughs,
And plateaus mama I hear you, talking to ,
Me while,you was in gestation a manifestion,
Christ like, my words like Albert Pike,
Soon to spike, from the moonshine that bites,
Into my mentality, entered into another reality
Pacing, at a duality, evil vs good and vice versa,
Light circling around me, like
halos
Angels in the outfield feel, like Nas feel,
Let my words heal anything I
said it's real,
I bring life from death, air to breathe,
Carefully position my steps, stomping
On the devil's ground, though I'm crowned,
With mental thorns, my soul torn in the storm,
Fighting the weakeness from within',
With a bottle of gin, to.tackle my sins,
Lord forgive me for my waging, I'm paging,
Home early I see the lights, it's gods army coming to swarm me, yeah

Hook:
I stay drunk to myself, cruising the streets, in my girls jeeps,
Watching over the weeps, see the evil that peeps,
Silence the weak, as death makes it peaks,
I just let the liquor speak,

To myself...X2




Huh a braille man showed me the world,
Said my eyes, was closed even though,
I was seeing, what was this i was believing,
Receiving, nothing but fake blessing
Family's stressing and I'mstill stretching,
My nerves pass shell shocked, my words locked,
In all caps, I'm tombstone bound destined to drown,
I'll accept my destiny, for punishment
Of society, wise men like me, see the penitentiary
Or the cemetery, knew my goal before
I touched earth, knew I wouldn't worth,
Amounts to nothing, soon as I unbuttoned,
Expose the worlds flesh this ain't a test,
I'm hooked to the boozes crest, lay in between
My woman's breast, so I can better manifest,
My universal thoughts, everything I thought,
Was real was an illusion, see the cold fusion,
Tryna break the evil, within the Constitution
But most ain't using, too steadily cruisin,
Tryna cop wins, but I'm still loosing,



I stay drunk to myself, cruising the streets, in my girls jeeps,
Watching over the weeps, see the evil that peeps,
Silence the weak, as death makes it peaks,
I just let the liquor speak,

To myself...X2


Now that the liquor done settled in,
I see the spirits closing in,
To relieve me of my sins, I'm still struggling,
Everyday, hustling no not the Rick Ross way,
I stay with AKs, every year of my birth day,
I write a mental note to the sun dieties,
I know they smiling up, or down at me,
Depends on where you stand on the Earth's axis,
Feelin' Jackson, these demons won't leave me alone,
As I add another chapter to my tome, regained my throne,
Hip hops far from gone same tune different songs,
I spit for pleasures and pains brains to migraines,
Growing insane, I'm everywhere you stare
Followed, closely as to shadows, I battle,
Comfortable newjacks, break through stats
Imagine that, me spitting bars that's wack,
Only focused on facts, not fantasy tracks,
My words is wise, blessing in disguise,
Like Kweli, soothin' ya ears so smoothly,
Grab a fifth then let it lift roll up a spliff,
At the same I'm leaning ya over the cliff,
Edge can't shake all this madness in my head,
Guess I'm better of drunk fighting demons in my head,
Instead,

So I stay drunk by myself yeah,


I stay drunk to myself, cruising the streets, in my girls jeeps,
Watching over the weeps, see the evil that peeps,
Silence the weak, as death makes it peaks,
I just let the liquor speak,

To myself...X3
Reincarnated as a curse once I made my way into the broken earth
A ***** capsule pain through breakthroughs
And plateaus mama I hear you talking to
Me while.you was in gestation a manifestion
Christ like my words like Albert Pike
Soon to spike from the moonshine bites
Into my mentality entering into another reality
Sitting at a duality evil vs good and vice versa
Light circling around me like
halos
Angels in the outfield feel like Nas feel
Let my words heal anything I
said it's real
I bring life from death air to breathe
Carefully position my steps stomping
On the devil's ground though I'm crowned
With mental thorns my soul torn in the storm
Fighting the weakeness from within'
With a bottle of gin to.tackle my sins
Lord forgive me for my waging I'm paging
Home early I see the lights it's gods army coming to swarm me yeah




Huh a braille man showed me the world
Said my eyes was closed even though
I was seeing what was this i was believing
Receiving nothing but fake *** blessing
Family stressing and still stretching
My nerves pass shell shocked my words locked
In all caps I'm tombstone bound destined to drown
I'll accept my destiny for punishment
Of society wise men like me see the penitentiary
Or the cemetery knew my goal before
I touched earth knew I wouldn't worth
Amounts to nothing soon as unbutton
Expose the worlds flesh this ain't a test
I'm hooked to boozes crest lay in between
My woman's breast so I can manifest
My universal thoughts everything I thought
Was real was an illusion see the cold fusion
Tryna break the evil.within the Constitution
But most ain't using too steady cruisin...


Now that the liquor done settled in
I see the spirits closing in
To relieve me of my sins I'm still struggling
Everyday hustling no not the Rick Ross way
I stay with AKs every year of my birth day
I write a mental note to the sun dieties
I know they smiling up or down at me
Depends on where you stand on the Earth's axis
Feelin' Jackson these demons won't leave me alone
As I add another chapter to my tome retained my throne
Hip hops far from gone same tune different songs
I spit for pleasures and pains brains to migraines
Growing insane I'm everywhere you stare
Followed closely as to shadows I battle
Comfortable newjacks break through stats
Imagine that me spitting bars that's wack
Only focused on facts not fantasy tracks
My words is wise blessing in disguise
Like Kweli soothin' ya ears so smoothly
Grab a fifth then let it lift roll up a spliff
At the same I'm leaning ya over the cliff
Edge can't shake all this madness in my head
Guess I'm better of drunk fighting demons in my head
Instead
leechyna Mar 2022
We are here again
wishing to have a good life
One that we read on fairytales
Cinderella type of meeting
Romeo love,
Mansu wealth
And a high life with boozes

To cut the story short
We now care about today😣😰
He’s a scrooge who boozes away
Neutered and chained by a beautiful dame who reduces his pay
While his kids become manure brained playing computer games
His wife gave him bliss and love, but he called her “*****” and “****”
He hasn’t sniffed her **** or been kissed in months
She spits in his muffins and chicken and dumplings
And prefers hickeys and ******* from a bigger **** than her husbands’

— The End —